Outside, the scene was pandemonium. A crowd had gathered around Rowan's broken body, which lay in a pool of blood. Hana knelt beside him, clutching his lifeless form and wailing inconsolably. Her cries reverberated through the air, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
Relatives stood in a tight circle, some sobbing quietly, others murmuring prayers or staring in stunned disbelief. Vendors from nearby stalls craned their necks, trying to glimpse the tragedy unfolding.
As I approached, the crowd turned as one, their eyes locking onto me.
"You murderer!" someone shouted, their voice thick with venom.
"How dare you show your face here?" cried another. "If it weren't for you, Rowan wouldn't have died like this!"
